The Wonders of Modern Medicine...

Thankfully they eclipse the timeliness of the Modern Emergency Room. Yesterday was the first real mountain bike ride of the season. Without going into a lot of detail, I was chased by a bear and had to do a huge jump over a frigid river while it was snowing. OK, not true. I had a whimpy, five mile per hour crash and the super-sharp big chain ring on my new Cannondale Rush bit my leg as I fell over. At least I was on some good singletrack and not some measly fire road or something. And I had to ride two miles out with the injury. Regardless, my whole day from ride until Superbowl was spent waiting for admittance (by the way, never tell the ER nurse your pain is only "1" on a scale of 1 to 10) in line behind sicker people. Then debating with the doctor whether chain grease is so dirty that it could infect me therefore making it better to cut off the flap of flesh. Hmmm. Well, as you can see, we collectively decided to put it back on....ER style. Big gaps between stitches so ER tech could move on to sicker patients. Whohooo!

Photos are: bike visiting hospital, the wound, the fix.